crysthewolf

I got the electricity bill deferred until the 15th, so I don't have to go and stay with friends! lol I was irked at the possibility of having paid off the rent just to end up not being able to stay at my apartment anyway. And I wasn't sure what I was going to do with my cat. But all's well now.

The only bad news I had is that I have to get up early-like-the-normal-people to go vote tomorrow 'cause I haven't had a chance to vote early. =P Suckage. But oh well. At least it's (HOPEFULLY) almost over.

Love,
Crystal

Does anybody know if IPL will trn your electricity off on a weekend?

I'm behind on my bill. When I called this morning the automated lady said that thepast due amount "to avoid service interruption" was due on October 20th. I tried to request a payment extension but the office was closed. =P so I'll have to do that Monday and hope they'll give me until the 15th to pay it, because it's $241.43 and that's the soonest I could have that much. I'm already living without high speed interwebz, which is no biggie, but if the power gets turned off I'll have to stay someplace else until the 15th.

*sigh* I'll be glad when I start getting things caught up

That's sortof how I'm feeling today. I wore a costume to work because there was a costume contest with a $25 Visa gift card as the prize, and I thought, "Damn, I could use $25." So since I am completely broke I pulled together a wacky pair of socks and my winged-kitty t-shirt, a pair of safety goggles borrowed from friendstephen and grabbed some cheap spray-in-hair-color for my hair, put some random braids in it and put it in pig-tails, and stuck a little stuffed monkey in my pocket.

I was a "Weird Scientist".

I don't think enough people really *Got* it. My my manager thought that it was great and the guy training me thought that it was really creative, but it wasn't quite enough. Despite the fact that there were only FOUR of us dressed up, I got shown up by a lady dressed up as a dalmation with a spot shaped like Mickey and a spot shaped like Goofy on her ass who lifted her leg on every plastic tree as we paraded around the breakroom and stopped at several people to lick their faces or beg for treats.

Guess "presentation" shows up "creativity". *shrug* I've never been all that good at presentation.

I kinda just want to go home and hang out with Sapphire but Chris and I were invited to a Samhain ritual and I really want to go, so I'll drag my ass out of the apartment for that. It'll be good for me I'm sure, and by then I can imagine I will more than likely be in a better mood. I've got a couple-three (well, three) tarot decks set out and my runes, and I even grabbed my "Psychic Circle" to take over. It was kindof an honor to be invited and, well, since there weren't any open rituals going on and I wasn't invited to any other circles... one has to celebrate the holiday somehow. :) I'm taking an ultra-sound picture of Wes, and Grams and Gramps's obituaries (both of which list me as their granddaughter even though I'm technically their step-granddaughter.) Those are my honored dead this year. Grams is the only one who's passed on since last Samhain, but they're my honored dead all the same. I thought of bringing something of Aunt Mary and Mamaw, but I'm still not sure entirely how I feel about my Mother's family and I don't know that I'm ready for all of that.

This year I'm letting go of, among other things, my fear of God. It's not quite GONE necessarily, but that's a habit I want to end and a process I want to begin, if that makes sense. When I was a Christian I believed that to love God was to fear God, but I never was able to reconcile those two to be quite honest. Perhaps other people can, but I can't love someone that I fear. That's like loving someone that you don't trust... it just doesn't work. And I can't believe that someone who loves me would DEMAND my fear, yet the Bible demanded it of me several times. "The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom." Or, I suppose, "If you're smart you'll fear God."

So I'm leaving behind my fear that by leaving behind my old beliefs, I will not bring upon myself bad luck of any sort or eternal consequences. It's been hanging around like a shadow, just a little bit and very subtle, saying "I realize that those beliefs don't make a lick of sense, but still, what if you're wrong? And it all goes to shit because you stopped believing?"

Which is, I think, as silly as being afraid of the boogey-man or hoping the tooth-fairy will bring you money. Granted, I WAS afraid once upon a time that if I didn't believe in the tooth fairy she wouldn't bring me money. *shrug* I think that's just how my brain operates.

But I left THAT fear behind, and I'm leaving this one behind as well.

Blessed Samhain to all.

Love,
Crystal

No, not in the election, in LJ Idol!!!! If you loved my ghost story the other day, or even liked it, or if you just like MEEEEEE.... go vote for it!!!

Plase?!

Check out the other stories too. I haven't had much chance to read them but they're a lot of fun. I liked

beldar 's! But then I usually like

beldar 's. =D

beldar r0x0rs. =D

btw, you don't have to be participating in LJ Idol to vote, but you DO have to have a Livejournal account.

Now,

GO VOTE!!!!!

Lurve,
Crystal

Because I have a birthday coming up and then of course Christmas, I thought I'd revise my Amazon.com wishlist. However, in the interest of still being peeved at Amazon over the whole job thing, everything on it is via the "Universal Wishlist" button, linked from other sites.

Including an ebook reader that looks pretty much just like their Kindle reader. =P ;)

So, here ya go, if anyone's interested ('cause I likes teh presents. ;) )

Crys's Wishlist

btw, as I understand it, when you purchase something off the wish list, it shows as purchased if anyone else goes to the wishlist to see what's on it. I'm not sure how well that works with the "universal wishlist" feature though. If anyone knows, give me a heads up?

Love,
Crystal

"It wasn't your fault, y'know."

He never said anything, just kept rocking back and forth. She sighed. For some people there was no dragging them out of their own self doubt. Paul was one of those people. He was responsible for a difficult flock and, no matter how hard he tried to deny it, blamed himself when one of them fell away. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I mean really, it isn't a matter of fault. I'm HAPPY Paul. I'm happy where I am and I'm happy with how I got here. I know that you think that I have this horrible eternal destiny but you're WRONG. I'm sorry, but you're SO wrong. The only Hell is the one you live in in your head... the one you've put yourself in because you think these things."

"It's Truth," Paul muttered. "Truth isn't relative, it is what it is. But I let you go. I didn't even come after you, and now..."

"Now I'm free." She said, but he ignored her.

"What could I have done differently?"  he asked. He'd stopped rocking in his chair and was now gazing out the back window at the yard behind his family's home. His daughter, now living on her own, had played in that yard with her friend... her friend whom they'd lost. Her friend whom they'd let go of. "Did I give up hope too soon?  Should I have clamoured after you?  Threatened you?"

"That wouldn't have worked," she said.

"No," he responded quietly, "No it wouldn't have. And it would have been morally bankrupt besides."

"You've got that right."

"I tried so hard."

"And it was kind, but it was misled Paul. I'm sorry that you think that you're responsible for this but you aren't. And I'm sorry that you're so unhappy. I'm sorry that you think these things but..."

"I loved you," he interrupted her, looking her straight in the eyes now. "I loved you like you were one of my own. We all did. I know that you had trouble with your family and we invited you into ours but... I didn't want to replace your family, either."

And he hadn't. They'd come around her but they also tried to nudge her toward her biological family... the ones she'd given up on. He'd thought that she was just overreacting when she talked about them and he wanted her to find solace with them. And he'd been horribly, horribly wrong.

"It wasn't your fault that she was nuts," she laid a hand on his, reading his mind. "You had no idea. I never blamed you. No one ever believed me when I told them about her... no one ever wants to believe that someone would be so cold toward their own child. You wouldn't be."

"I should have listened."

"Probably, but it's all in the past now."

A tear streamed down his cheek. It seemed like all he'd done was cry since it all went down. Why hadn't he just taken her in?  When she came pounding on the door asking for help, telling him that her Mother was delusional, was angry, had lost it... he had thought that she was being too harsh. He wanted her to forgive her Mother, to honor her, like the Bible said. And so she'd given in.  She'd nodded gravely, like she always did, and told him that she would try. She didn't believe in the Bible anymore, but she had still believed in him, and that was something. He'd hoped to get her back before...

She sighed.

"Paul. I wish you would understand."

"Truth is not relative," he repeated, and she frowned and shook her head. There'd be no reasoning with him; he was convinced. He was right to a degree, and painfully wrong to another. He was certain that she was roasting in the fires of Hell, when really she was standing right here in front of him, sorrowful to leave, hopeful that she might get through before she had to go.

But it was no use. She hoped that someday maybe someone else would be able to ease his mind, but this time she couldn't. She'd been trying since the funeral to no avail, and he was lost in his own sorrows. As much as she still loved him, she had to give up, and give it to someone else. If she hung on too much longer, she'd become stuck, and she didn't want to be that kind of terror.

She leaned down, hugged the man who'd been a surrogate father to her for five years, and kissed him on the cheek, brushing at the tear that was still standing there. He shivered. Then she stood up, turned away from him...

And vanished.

Paul heaved a sigh. He would remember her. What is it that she'd said to him, right before she'd closed her eyes that final time? "What is remembered, lives."  He wasn't sure about all that... but he supposed one never knew.

----This little tale has been submitted for LJ Idol for week 6.  Please to vote!!!

--I've posted this on Myspace recently for the sake of a friend of mine who's been asking me about my beliefs, but it's basically a repeat of several things I've already said before about religion. If you've already heard those rants, feel free to ignore this post. ;) By the way, all anon comments are screened.--

( Read more... )

For one thing, I started. And worked the whole day. ;)

Beyond that, though, it actually seems like it's going to be a pretty cool job! I'm contracted through Aerotek at Beckman Coulter with an open-ended contract. I'm working with inventory at the warehouse in Indianapolis and my job is largely concerned with repairing broken machines. Basically, I make parts happen. When a machine breaks and a mechanic goes to fix it, if he doesn't have a part, he gets on his PDA and sends an order for that part. It comes to us and we figure out if we have the part in inventory or if it needs to be manufactured. Then we send it on to whoever it needs to go on to to be shipped to the mechanic to fix the machine to make the miracles happen.

That's the long and short of it, anyway. It's a lot of data-entry but it's not BORING data-entry like back at Chase. And, y'know... I get to make stuff happen. Making stuff happen is always fun. ;)

Oo! And I have my own CUBE. SWAAAAATE! Well I dig it, anyway. Plus my coworkers are very friendly and the office environment is nice. There's a good vibe there, methinks.

I have NO idea how long it's going to last because much of the job I'm doing now was at one point automated and they kinda want it to be again (it's kindof a big connect-the-dots game in some places), but hopefully I'll be there for at least a good while. At the very least I can get my foot in the door, and at the very VERY least, I'll be able to save back a bit to cover my ass should I end up landing on it again.

Plus it's ten minutes down the road and I don't have to be there until 10am. THAT is teh shyte roight THERE baby. ;D

Love,
Crystal

Short news is, I start a new job tomorrow! I know, I thought it was pretty damned quick too, but Nick at Aerotek came through for me. Yaaay Nick! I take back all the nasty things I said about you! ;) (Just kidding. I meant them. KIDDING!) Actually Nick was pretty cool... I called him this morning and told him that I need a job, and was moderately urgent about it. He called me back at about 10-ish and told me that something had just come across his desk and he wanted to know if I was interested in it. It's another warehouse position, but this time it's data-entry in the office instead of working out on the floor (WOOT!). The hours are 10am to 7pm Monday-Friday. It's not making quite as much as the Amazon.com job but I have the feeling I'm not going to go in and be told to go back home tomorrow either. ;) It IS, however, much CLOSER than the Amazon.com job, which sorta makes up for it. Unfortunately it's not a definite temp-to-permanent position (but, let's be real, I doubt if the Amazon.com job was EITHER), but it IS an open-ended contract that Nick thinks will at the very least be longer than my assignment at Chase. He's got the impression that it's going to be MUCH more long-term than that, so we'll see. There's also the possibility of going permanent, of course.

So I start tomorrow, and the only question at this point is what TIME I start tomorrow (they may have me go in at 8am just tomorrow for orientation.) I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that I'm not going to have another post later that says "Nick called me and said they don't need me after all"... I don't have any REAL reason to believe that would happen as Aerotek's been pretty solid with me about this kinda stuff, but considering how the past couple of weeks have gone, try to be prepared. ;) In this case, tho, no news is good news, if you don't hear from me then assume I'm starting tomorrow one way or the other, lol.

*sigh* This is a good feeling. I'm going to take the rest of the afternoon off of working to find work and relax a little. I am COMPLETELY zonked. :)

Wish me luck for tomorrow!

Love,
Crystal

Edit: Nick DID call, just to tell me I start at 8am tomorrow to go through orientation and gave me the name of the person I need to ask for when I get there. Yaaay!!!!!

I just got back from the leasing office for my apartment complex. I let the leasing agent know what was going on with my job and asked her what the whole process is if I can't get the rent in, either on time or at all. She said that after the 5th there's a $50 fee, and then after that it's $5 a day until the 10th, where there's a $180 fee. On the 10th they start the eviction process and she wasn't sure how long THAT took, but she said that if I stay in communication with them that they'll work with me as much as they can even after that. She said that, as an example, there are people who, today, still haven't paid her for the month of October and they haven't been evicted yet.

So, I'm HOPING to have something before rent will be LATE ('cause I don't like late fees), but at least I know I won't be put out on my ass for at least another month. ;) That's SOMETHING. And hopefully I have SOMETHING by then. I've already spoken with three temp agencies this morning that have my info, and I've got a to-do list for job-hunting for the rest of the day. So, SOMETHING should pull through. On top of that I've already had one commission for a custom pair of socks. It's not the lottery or anything, but every little bit helps!

Still appreciate positive energy. I will keep you posted.

Love,
Crystal

By the way, I've been in a knitting mood lately, so if anyone wants to talk to me about ordering some custom handmade stuff, let me know. I have some neat patterns that I could go through with you for totally unique designs and gifts. I'm going to have to start charging for my work since I'm currently unemployed, but I have pretty fair prices (don't worry Jesse, your Jayne Hat is a gift. ;) And so are your socks, Jess.)

I do socks, hats, scarves, ponchos, gloves, pouches... and anything else you might come up with (hell, I think I have a pattern for a knit-bikini if you're into that!)

Feel free to comment here or send me a message! If you would like examples of my work I can send you pictures, or I will try to post them here in the near future.

Love,
Crystal

For all the support over my last entry. I really appreciate it. I haven't had the time or energy to respond to all the comments, but I just wanted to let you guys know you're appreciated. :)

Now it's back to the grind. I've got a to-do list made out for tomorrow to keep me busy and try to keep me from falling into a funk again, and I have a gazillion websites in my pocket. I even stopped by a few stores today and picked up applications... Michael's and Mike's Car Wash. Hey, I'm not too good for anything, and the economy sucks.

I'm also going to go up to the leasing office for my apartment tomorrow around 11:00am and find out what my options are there. Rent is due on the first and I have about nine dollars to my name so...

If anyone else has any direct advice on either finding a job or talking to my leasing office, I'm all ears. (please skip any deep psychological "you haven't gotten a job yet because you're afraid of success" analysis for the time being. ;) )

Love,
Crystal

So much for my first day.

So I'm starting my "new job" on Sunday at the Amazon.com warehouse in Whitestown, IN; at least theoretically. ;)  But this whole "job-hunt" thing has gotten me thinking, as job-hunts will do, about purpose, and about being part of something.

No, I've never had a job where I felt like I was "part of something". I think a lot of us take it upon ourselves to WANT that, but very few of us ever get it, really.  I mean, we may be part of a company, sure, and part of a medical plan or part of an organization... but most of us don't get that feeling that we're really out there changing the world or anything.

Some of us fool ourselves into believing that we are... I was a Deputy Clerk for the Marion County Clerk's Office... and sometimes the only way to get myself out of bed in the morning was to think, "But I'm part of the justice system. I'm doing something.  I'm part of something."  And yes, I was... but I was never as important a part as what I wanted to be... what everyone really wants to be, I think.

But wasn't I?  Sometimes I wonder.

I've complained about not feeling like I'm "part of" a lot of groups. But, let's look at my world for a moment: I've got three older half-brothers who've got a different Mother than I do, and one of them likes to remind me that we're "not really brother and sister". One of them doesn't have anything to say about it and one of them, the one I feel the closest to, isn't even always sure that he's biologically related to me at ALL.  Does that matter to me?  No, not a bit, and it doesn't matter to him either. But even with that, he's part of a family that I don't really feel completely a part of at all.  Marginally, at best. Then, I've got my older sister who's autistic whom I never see, a younger brother who kicks ass, and we share a crazy-ass Mother who I'm now estranged from (by my own choice). So, as far as feeling like I'm "part of" my family... you can see why I'd have some trouble with that one. ;)

On top of that though, I don't think I've ever felt really "in" in any particular group. Who knows, maybe I've never been any less "in" than anyone else, but I always get the feeling that the friends I make in groups could really probably either take me or leave me. To be honest, there's nothing wrong with that. Hell, it's group dynamics, and sometimes we connect with people and sometimes we don't, and people just don't connect too easily with me. I'm like, that odd lego in the bin that you always seem to have trouble popping onto any of the other legos and making it stick, y'know?  If you put it too near the base of your tower it always ends up cracking and then fucking up the rest of things. I'm kinda like that. And who knows why, really... maybe I'm just not sure how to fit. Maybe that thing that you learn as a part of your family and then as a part of social groups growing up is how to fit, and maybe the fact that I didn't really get the integral lesson as a kid and then was so needy for "fitting" growing up that I ended up being fodder for chaos in most of my social groups ('cause, hey, I'll take the blame for anything if it means you'll love me), has kinda left me without that ability.

But the thing, the funny thing, that struck me this afternoon... was that I'm really "part of" a lot of things... a lot more things than I tend to realize. And the funnier thing, maybe, is that we really all are.

I don't know if anyone else ever feels like they just need to be part of something... but we really all are, and sometimes I wonder if the MORE we're part of, the less we feel a part of. It's like, if you're only part of one thing, then it's uber important to you and you make it your life and then, in a way, it makes you it's. But I've never been good at being part of just one thing. I'm kindof a "jill of all trades" so to speak... I have a lot of things that I like to have my hand in, a lot of interests, a lot of hobbies, and a lot of loves. And although with that comes the "mastery of none", the feeling that I'm not deep in or integral in anything, it does mean that I get to participate in a ton of really wonderful, enlightening, amazing stuff.

So maybe, I guess, when I get to feeling like I'm not part of anything... that's when I'm the most a part of everything. Y'know?

Some folks get to be favorites. Some folks get to be the center of attention and at the middle of the group. And sometimes I'm jealous of them, I guess. But I think that as unimportant as I can sometimes feel, it's ok.  I mean, it doesn't mean that I don't want to get more involved in some of the things I'm involved in and some of the friendships and relationships and groups that I'm a part of... because I definitely do. But I think it's time to let myself not get too terribly upset when I'm not an integral, central part of any group... because of the most likely reason that I'm not.

Because, I'm not the central part of any one thing, because I'm kinda part of a million things.

And I dig that. :)

Love,
Crystal

Picture me with brown hair and a guitar
singing folksy songs about shooting stars
standing on a stage at the front of your high school...
with a microphone that made me look so cool,
that shoulder thing that everyone talked about...
and just forget the name I've gone without.

It's the weirdest thing to me just which people DO recognize me and which people DON'T. I'll run into people I was close to when I was young, or people I admired, and they don't have a clue who I am. But I'll have people walk up to me in a shopping mall who I swear I don't know, have never seen before, can't even have grown up in the same state as me, and they are absolutely certain that they know me.

The funny thing?  They're usually right.

They never have my name. They're not sure where I come from or what my family life was like.  We were never really friends. But, "I know you from somewhere!  Where do I know you from???" and then there's the thinking. There's the pondering and the wondering. There's "Were you friends with Stacy?"  And "Didn't we go out?"  "Isn't your name Melissa or Elizabeth or something?" And I shake my head, expecting them to walk away thinking that I just have one of those faces.

And then it hits them.  "You went to Northwest High School, didn't you?  OMG, you used to have brown hair, didn't you?  OMG, and you played the guitar."

They never know my name, but they remember my voice... or at least something like it.  They remember my old guitar that sometimes hit the microphone and the way that I jerked my shoulder sometimes when I strummed.  "You sould like Jewel," they'd say, and they always wonder if I'm famous yet. No, I tell them, I just don't seem to be that girl. "But you are!" they say. "You are and you were fantastic!!!!"

I've never done big shows. Once or twice I've opened for another no-name band with a friend or sang in a choir show by myself. Once I even went to a television station to record a song that I now regret having ever written (oh it was completely pretentious.  Come ON, who does three key changes in one song??? And I stole a line from the movie "Titanic", which in itself should say something.)

I never played that well, honestly. Don't get me wrong, if you don't play or know anything about the guitar I sound great, but if you DO... I'm kinda "meh". I'm proud of my singing voice but I'm not under the impression that it'll ever get me anywhere. I've been mistaken for a big rock star, and when you boil it down I'm not much more than a high school kid with a guitar and a signature shoulder-thing.

But sometimes I'm proud of it. It makes me smile to remember the days when I actually got to play in front of people.  I remember how they clapped and cheered and even the hip-hop kids praised me. I'm not sure WHY, but I think that they just had fun listening to something marginally original. It was stuff they couldn't do so they were impressed by it. And I'm cool with that. Out of all of the traumatic memories I have from my childhood and from high school, that one I can accept. And people who bump into me in the shopping mall remember a time in their lives when things were more carefree, and I'm cool with that too. I don't know if either of us recalls "the girl with the guitar" quite as she really was, but does it matter?  She's who we remember her as.  In the case of memory, perception is reality.

But nowadays, I'm just me... the same girl I've always been.  I don't carry the guitar much anymore but I enjoy it when I do. I don't play for many people anymore but if they appreciate it then it's a blast. Over the years little has changed but the audience. I rarely have one. But its nice when I do.

Picture me with brown hair and a guitar, and I might be your big rock star.

--Crystal

--this entry submitted for LJ Idol Topic 4, ""I Think I Thought You Were Someone Else" (Mistaken Identity)".

"Joe Biden? Perfectly ok with shredding the constitution. John McCain? Will take pot-shots at the first amendment that make even Joe Biden go, 'Wow, that's fierce.' Barack Obama? Lifetime aspiration is to shred the constitution in the name of the little guy. Sarah Palin? Probably not too clear on just what that constitution thingy is.

Now THAT'S my girl."

--

friendstephen

He's not right people. ;)

Also, just a damned fun poem for Halloween. ;)

Little Orphant Annie

INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION
To all the little children: - The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones - Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an-keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun,
A-listenin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you Don't Watch Out!

Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers, -
An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout: -
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you Don't Watch Out!

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'for she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you Don't Watch Out!

An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'bugs in dew is all squenched away, -
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' cherish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you Don't Watch Out!

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You preferred Obama's statements 56% of the time
You preferred McCain's statements 44% of the time

Voting purely on the issues you should vote Obama

Who would you vote for if you voted on the issues?

Find out now!

Heh, and on 99% of the questions asked I answered in a "lesser of two evils" way.... as in I didn't like EITHER candidate's solution but I picked one that was closest to what I'd like to see happen.

Still think it's interesting that I'm only JUST pro-Obama. And it's mostly for things that I don't think should be issues the federal government decides on anyway...which ironically I think qualifies me as not quite a democrat.

Love,
Crystal

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